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letra de stars - dme & 48 lil eli

[intro: lil eli]
(ayy, spin it back, tay)
(ayy, celo, this sh-t crazy)
gang
(tay global)
gang

[verse 1: lil eli]
know that [?] been grindin’
can’t wait ’til i’m shinin’, i’m tryna go cop me a h-llcat
smokin’ opps in designer, your b-tch say i’m fine
ayy, bae, come hit the gas ’cause we smell that
got that ass in the city like who f-ckin’ with me?
i know that your plug, he don’t sell that
know they think he a rapper, i know he a trapper
i know that big bro really sell packs
she be tryna throw that p-ssy, she told him to book me
she gotta do that sh-t at the right time
i should shoot with a passion, tote gun like you’re fastin’
’cause i know my charge, i’ma fight mine
not to mention we have it turned up with this fashion
i know that this drip, they gon’ bite mine
f-ck that sh-t ’cause we havin’, these b-tches can have it
they know i switch up at the right time
40 ride, i’ma bronem [?] in broad day, and we got a stolo, tryna wack some sh-t
i guess you ain’t no wh0re, i make sh-t hit the floor
when i spend this sh-t hit just like magic hit
i post up in that four, used to kick me a door
but [?] me and big bro was on savage sh-t
i be taking your ho, have her back in promo ’cause she love when i get on that savage sh-t
me and gang them, we be on that savage sh-t
p-ssy boy, you know you ain’t no savage b-tch
me and gang them, we came through, we wackin’ sh-t
and you know i can’t f-ck on no average b-tch
and you know i ain’t with all that lackin’ sh-t
can’t just swerve in four door with some savage sh-t
me and fatt in broad day on some clappin’ sh-t
swear to god i can’t wait for to wack a b-tch
vvs here on my neck, b-tch, i done broke a sweat
i just call that lil’ sh-t, they some hang time
if my bro bust his gun, then i gotta spin it back
’cause we gotta do that sh-t at the same time
and when i see my opps, it ain’t no duckin’, right?
’cause they know that my strap, i’ma bang mine
and i ride for my guys and i throw up my set
it ain’t no p-ssy sh-t, i’ma claim mine
[verse 2: fatt loc]
when it come to respect, i’ma bang mine
do or die when it’s beef, when it’s up, b-tch, it’s stuck
n-ggas be hatin’ ’cause me and bro up
when we was down bad, they ain’t give a f-ck
breakin’ in cars and kickin’ n-ggas door
and juugin’ an ounce right in front of the store
now we got racks, but we need more
it’s still a hoodie up and aim it at your ‘fro
speakin’ on wanna make a za spin
to me she a two, but to you she a ten
i made her eat the d-ck up in the benz
then pass to the bro, she ain’t got no friends
we really shinin’, no need for the likes
might off me a n-gga then hop on a flight
me and eli, we’re like kobe and shaq
if we took your pack, no, you can’t get it back
we goin’ up, tell them, “give us a year”
i’ve been once a stepper, ain’t walkin’ in fear
bro sent me the pic’, i’ma knock off a ear
yeah, these diamonds, they water, no [?] clear
the way we’ve been ballin’, we need a award
get clipped with this cutter sw-ngin’ like a sword
bullets doin’ flats, have him screamin’ “lord!”
we ran it up, we used to be poor
been on that ‘net waitin’ for the rap
and we in the trap, n-gga, no cap
used to ride in them stolos, tryna take a hat
’til we hopped in the booth and started speakin’ facts
these n-ggas really ain’t come from the mud
got it out the dirt, now my pockets on stuff
these n-ggas fake and i’m peepin’ the bluff
might slap me a rapper for thinkin’ he tough

- dme 48 lil eli

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